Where else would you be
except here.
A king size made for three
sometimes four
when the night terrors wake.
Open all hours
for comfort and nurture.
You lie central
arms outstretched
Queen of the new world
in the warmth
in the aura of love.


I’m Brigette Jones again
staring at my loved one
while they sleep:
my daughter, still fresh
into this world. 

A little caress,
a gentle stroke
on her blooming cheek
won’t harm
won’t wake.
Risky though. 

I might disturb
the innocent calm.
Can’t resist
the softness
of her tender skin.
The need
to be connected.
Inspired by: resting baby